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Sara Teasdale - Union Square
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	With the man I love who loves me not,
	I walked in the street-lamps` flare;
	We watched the world go home that night
	In a flood through Union Square.

	I leaned to catch the words he said
	That were light as a snowflake falling;
	Ah well that he never leaned to hear
	The words my heart was calling.

	And on we walked and on we walked
	Past the fiery lights of the picture shows —
	Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by
	On the errand each man knows.

	And on we walked and on we walked,
	At the door at last we said good-bye;
	I knew by his smile he had not heard
	My heart`s unuttered cry.

	With the man I love who loves me not
	I walked in the street-lamps` flare —
	But oh, the girls who ask for love
	In the lights of Union Square.
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